Because Acre's battle letter and Fran's answer surrounded this golden and crowded hall, the guests at this time had already been divided into two distinct factions according to their respective performances. On the one hand, there were mainly outsiders, and most of them were just curious about the cold little girl. There was only a vague impression of what she called Feast and Valkyrie, though the occasional well-informed person already knew the origin of the armor and feet called Feast.

But they didn't care, for them, the so-called armor was just a delicate toy, and the feast was only the most commendable of those toys. Compared to these things, they are more interested in the upcoming plane exchange, after all, in this unprecedented plane exchange meeting, some technology from the lost civilization may be traded through some means.

For the other guests, Fran's clear response made them feel cold, and their unkind eyes wandered between Fran and the Posenmolin siblings. Most of them are Olin nobles. At this point, Fran made it clear that he was going to continue driving the feast, which would undoubtedly have ruined most of their plans. However, there are still some nobles who are not at the top of the ladder and are secretly thinking about whether they can find an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

As for His Majesty's wishes?

To put it mildly, any Duke of Orin City today may be much better than His Majesty when he comes out to speak. This is not to say that His Majesty is a faint monarch, on the contrary, Gulidan II can be said to be a king, but......

People will always get old, and His Majesty, who was once wise and martial, can only hold on to his extremely old body at this time to survive on that throne. As his health deteriorated a little, Gulidan II could no longer support the heavy government affairs, and gradually ceded his power to the younger generation. At this time, Gullidam II was just a barely surviving mascot.

And without the suppression of His Majesty with a thunderous wrist, those nobles in the past finally began to be unable to suppress their greed, and greedily shared all the resources of the entire empire between banquets and salons. Of course, among these greedy diners, there must be some ambitious princes who have no chance of succeeding to the throne.

And one of the owners of the Red Tassel Pavilion is like this, one of these people. Honored as the third prince, he picked up the short table and cooked just the right food, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it in his stomach.

"It's funny, with the elders by his side, that demon dares not to hide his greed. It's arrogant. At this time, the third prince was wearing an inconspicuous dress, mingling among the guests, smiling and talking with one person next to him, but his eyes were full of coldness.

The man he was talking to was rather strange, with an annoying shrewdness between his eyebrows, his eyes flickering, the corners of his eyes constantly wandering from guest to guest, quickly assessing the value remaining of each guest. Hearing the words of the third prince, his eyes flashed with a well-hidden disdain and mockery.

He had endured this short-sighted but proud prince for a long time, and he was on the verge of exploding, but tonight he had a task on his side, so he had to press down on his dissatisfaction and continue to endure it.

"What His Royal Highness the Third Prince said is extremely true, this person is just stained with the light of his father's generation, so he can be so arrogant. If you let Dugou say to me, it would be a great reward for His Majesty the Third Prince to let him hold such an unruly banquet in the Red Tassel Pavilion. ”

Ignoring the compliment in the mouth of this strange guy named Dugou, the third prince just frowned, "I didn't expect that old dog in Boha to have such a keen sense of smell, it's a pity." ”

He was quite annoyed in his heart, looking at the demon with a calm face on the high platform, and the color of anger in his heart was even worse. His favorite princess just said a few words that should not be said, and was imprisoned by his father in a dungeon that would never see the light of day, and even called herself to the palace and scolded her. He even explicitly asked himself to find a time to apologize in person, yes, to apologize!

This made the third prince, who had always been noble and had never apologized at all, and had never admitted defeat at all, very angry, especially when he knew that the object of his apology was just a cat, this anger almost tore his reason. After he held back his anger and left his father's study quickly, he contacted his housekeeper, that is, Dugou.

Regarding Dugou, the three princes have always thought that they are quite capable of knowing people. It was an ordinary night, he lost thousands of gold coins in a casino as usual, and when he was about to return home with a full bag of IOUs to consider which jewelry and antiques to sell, he fell in love with the high-spirited Dugou sitting on the gambling table at a glance, watching Dugou skillfully take the cards and bet, the three princes were fascinated, so they stood behind Dugou, and quietly watched Dugou win three thousand gold coins from a silver coin.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to make a black hand according to the custom, the third prince duly identified himself, threw down the IOU, and left with a frightened Dugou. It was from then on that Du Gou became the steward of his palace, as for the original butler?

As early as when he advised the third prince not to continue gambling, he was already buried in a corner of the deserted back garden.

That is, under the advice and guidance of Dugou, the three princes, who originally had nothing but the identity of the prince, rose in the casino, and then accumulated wealth little by little, and finally reached a cooperation with a certain aristocratic group to open the most luxurious Red Tassel Pavilion in the whole of Olympus.

Every night, I don't know how much power and money are divided according to territory between the tacit push of cups and change lamps by the nobles.

The Red Ribbon Pavilion, which has never closed since its opening, has become a place of desire and fear in the hearts of many people, a place where all the wealth and power of Orin gather, where there are a lot of opportunities, but under those seemingly sweet and delicious opportunities, there are countless white bones.

And all of this originated from a chance encounter between a down-and-out prince and a gambler.

Dugou's somewhat shrill voice sounded, "It's just a temptation, even if Boha goes according to our plan, he is destined to make no waves." After all, the old butler of the Norton Pavilion is not a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

The third prince leaned back in his chair, he was obviously a little uncomfortable with these chairs that seemed so hard and simple to him, and he didn't know what those monsters thought. I didn't need to put a good velvet cushion chair, and I had to force myself to replace these high-backed chairs that were useless except for quaintness, saying that it was the need for a feast of bliss.

Phew!

How can such a shabby banquet be called a feast of bliss?

At least so far, the third prince has never found anything special about this strange banquet, if it weren't for his butler who had to come, he would have reluctantly left the beauty in the bed and ran to this strange banquet. Not to mention that his favorite concubine was just sent to the dungeon because of that guy.

To be honest, the third prince felt that he could still sit here at this time, and that the calm qi he had cultivated over the years of business was already playing an extra role.

He yawned, missing the warmth of his home. Dugou looked at the listless appearance of the third prince, and the sneer in his eyes was a little stronger, but his tone was indeed full of concern, "Your Highness, wait a little longer, and after I give the gift, it will not be too late for us to leave." ”

The third prince nodded, but didn't say anything, just continued to listlessly look at the people in front of him who were constantly offering gifts. I don't know what kind of gift my butler has prepared, but of course it is a gift that can be handled.

The third prince thought boredly. It has always been like this, the housekeeper is in charge of everything, and he just appears on some specific occasions to act as a face, and he only needs to eat and drink on weekdays.

Wariness?

Of course there is, but after more than ten years of getting along, the third prince dared to pat his chest and say that he knew the housekeeper next to him very thoroughly. Besides, when he has nothing, Dugou can fight for him empty-handed to build a red tassel pavilion that his father is moved by.

With this amazing vision and ability, you can't mix well anywhere. Thinking of this, the third prince couldn't help but sigh for his acquaintance again, if it weren't for his own kindness, I'm afraid that Dugou would have been chopped off by the owner of the casino and thrown into the alley at will.

Glancing at Dugou who was carefully staring at the high platform, the third prince suddenly chuckled, patted the shoulders of the people around him, and said, half comforting, half painting a pie, "Envy that position?" What's so hard about that? When the old immortal returns to the west, you and I will be of the same heart, and the whole Orin will not be ours? ”

Du Gou replied with a rather strange smile, but the third prince, who was already a little drunk, did not understand the mockery hidden under the smile, "Naturally, it is ......"

"When the time comes, you can take the power, the money, and the like. I'm not going to ask, just like I used to. The Third Prince laughed, his loud laughter attracting a little disgruntled glance from the surrounding guests, but when they saw who was laughing for no reason, most of the guests wisely looked away.

Except for that wind-cold look.

The third prince smiled and said, "Sixth sister, I haven't seen you for a long time, give me a smile to the imperial brother." If you make the imperial brother and me happy, it's not impossible to give your little lover a few discounts on the banquet fee. ”

With a cold face, Aka ignored the ridicule in the mouth of the third prince, and just stared at Dugou quietly for a while, but said, "You and your princess are indeed a good match." ”

Then he turned his head, picked up the goblet and drank to himself, and never looked at the stunned third prince again.

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